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“Bean bhàsail, I would marry ye again every day for the rest of my life if ye wished it. I love ye that much.”
She shook her head in disbelief, a smile curving her lips. “And I love ye, Cameron MacLeod. Now kiss me again, my fierce warrior.”
Epilogue
Sorcha wanted her second time marrying Cameron to be the perfect memory, but as the day arrived, she found herself wishing things had happened differently. Even though she was surrounded by his wonderful family, who had embraced her as one of their own, and her Uncle Brom, who was now living at Dunvegan, she could not shake the sadness that shrouded her that her father and brother were gone. She really had no other family to stand here with her, no one that truly understood what this day, this joining with Cameron, meant.
So when she walked into the gardens and the first two people she saw were her sister Constance and her Aunt Blanche, she knew without a doubt that Cameron was responsible for getting her sister and aunt to Dunvegan for her wedding. She blinked back the tears that suddenly blurred her vision, made her way to her husband, and standing on her tiptoes, kissed him on the lips, not caring about the many eyes upon them.
Cheers arose from his family, her aunt and sister, and even Father Murdock, who waited patiently to begin the short ceremony. It did not take long to be formally married, but knowing what she knew now, knowing how important memories were, she embraced this one for every precious second. Never would she forget the way Cameron took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly in his, or the way he stared at her, his eyes so full of love, or the kiss he gave her at the end of the ceremony that curled her toes and heated her blood.
When the ceremony was complete, she made her way to Brom as Cameron’s brothers beckoned him to them and surrounded him in what appeared to be a private meeting. They all wore smiles and whispered, and she could imagine they may well be teasing him, as the brothers seemed to do to one another. When she reached her uncle, he hugged her so hard it stole her breath.
“Brom’s Sorcha,” he said.
She kissed him on the cheek and was about to say something to him, when Angus—who Brom had decided was his new favorite person—called to Brom and her uncle went running like an excited child to an adult with a sweet treat. And then she saw that Angus did give Brom something, which he popped in his mouth with a happy grin.
Sorcha felt a grin on her own face to see her uncle so welcomed and happy. Suddenly her sister and Aunt Blanche were before her, and all three of them were exclaiming their joy.
“It is so good to see you both!” Sorcha cried, hugging her sister and then her aunt. Though Cameron had explained in his notes to them both all that had happened to her, apparently his explanation had been very brief. She took the time to fill them in on the details of all that had occurred, and glanced to Constance, who looked surprisingly happy for one who had always written to Sorcha of her constant misery in her marriage.
“Constance, it seems yer marriage is agreeing with ye more now,” Sorcha tried to gently probe.
“Nay,” Constance assured her with a shudder, “it nae ever agreed with me at all, but my husband was killed in a hunt and I’m nae married any longer.”
“Ye can come live here,” Sorcha proposed, certain Cameron would nae mind.
Constance grinned. “Actually, yer husband already offered, but Aunt Blanche has offered, as well, and I have a desire to see England. If it’s acceptable, I’d like to go to England for a spell and then come back to Dunvegan, possibly around Hogmanay?”
Sorcha nodded, glad that her sister was no longer tied to a man who treated her terribly. “You may return here anytime, to live or to visit.”
She was about to ask her aunt how her husband was faring when King David strode into the gardens with a dozen men behind him, all armed for battle. Sorcha’s stomach dropped as she watched the king approach Cameron, his brothers, and Alex MacLean, who must have joined them while she wasn’t looking.
She watched Cameron’s face, and though his expression was serious, he did not seem overly concerned. The king spoke for a few moments, waving his hands in the air, and when he departed, Alex and Iain went with him.
“I beg yer leave for a moment,” Sorcha said to her sister and aunt, who both nodded.
She hurried over to Cameron and his brothers, arriving at the same time Lena did. She and Lena exchanged a worried look.
“What did the king say?” Sorcha asked.
Cameron slid his arm around her waist. “He offered his praise for how I handled the matter with March and Ross, and made plain that he considered my debt paid.”
“Why did Alex and Iain go with the king?” Lena demanded.
Cameron shrugged. “I dunnae, Sister. He asked to speak with them in private.”
Lena’s face grew tight, but she did not say more.
Cameron squeezed Sorcha’s waist and pressed his lips to her ear. “Come,” he said, his voice husky.
“Where are ye taking me?” she demanded, laughing as he had already started to turn her away from the group.
“To bed,” he said in a low, teasing voice. “Ye must have a proper joining.” The look of pure desire he gave her made her shiver with anticipation.
“I like getting married,” she replied with a giggle.
“So do I,mo chridhe, so do I.”
